"Woe to those who decree iniquitous decrees, and the writers who keep writing oppression, to turn aside the needy from justice, and to rob the poor of my people of their right, that widows may be their spoil, and that they may make the fatherless their prey!

What will you do on the day of punishment, in the ruin that will come from afar?

To whom will you flee for help, and where will you leave your wealth?

Nothing remains but to crouch among the prisoners or fall among the slain.

For all this his anger has not turned away and his hand is stretched out still." -Isaiah 10:1-4

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[Mount Decima, Military Residential District

MamMon DæMon: "Leviathan was clearly intelligent enough to dethrone Seiõrless humanity for the past three years, Boy.

Don’t forget, he is still a threat to you all.

He could be creating another wave of meteors full of rampaging aliens for his next visit as we speak.

Who knows, now that it’s seen human forms, it could drop a round of meteors that have aliens looking exactly like humans inside."

Everyones eyes grow wide and they look at each other.

Isfet: "If that happens, and there’s no definitive way to tell the difference between us and the aliens, there will be absolute more chaos than before.

Nobody would be able to trust anybody..."

MamMon DæMon: "And that’s not to mention the worse case scenario.

If Skalmönd and the Yang Vessel manage to defeat the monster upon it’s return, and take that Creation Eye from it, you all might as well start praying, cause that Yang is all about destroying humanity."

Tristan’s fists are clenched tight, resting on his thighs hearing about Katsu.

Isfet: "Umm... Madame MamMon, was it?

First, I’d like to thank you for saving me from getting torn apart tonight after Skalmönd defeated me."

MamMon DæMon: "Don’t worry about it.

As the hostess here stated, it’s for my future stories to tell my 2nd Generation children born from the seed of my husband.

...And second?"

Isfet swallows her spit before speaking to the clearly overconfident and powerful being.

Isfet: "Second?"

MamMon DæMon: "You said ’first’. Usually, dear, that implies you had a follow up to your graciousness."

Isfet: "Oh, r-right.

Ah...second...

What did you call those clouds the dragon uses to power the Icemen bodies?"

With an Above Sanpaku stare, MamMon lets out a short laugh.

MamMon DæMon: "ototo...

Are you referring to ’Vættir’, my dear?"

Isfet nods.

MamMon DæMon:*sighs* "Admittedly, it is simply a placeholder name for those cloud of energy until there is more information at my disposal, in all honesty.

Technically, it was a loose term that was used for any type of supernatural entity. It originated around my homeland, some time between when the Vikings reign started and ended."

Bethany: "Wait, if Seiõr magic was around back then, did those supernatural beings actually exist too?"

The DæMon comedically shrugs while picking her nose with her green painted pinkie nail.

MamMon DæMon: "I ’uh know... I’ve never seen one.

Since their name carries the same ash of born acceptance as my sisters and I, if the Vættir did exist, they could probably counter and hide themselves from any Nye-omnipotency."

Tristan takes a peek at the different painted fingernails of the DæMon. He then looks at both Isfet’s painted gold nails as well as Stephanie’s golden glossed nails, as her hands as lightly clasped on the table and his eyes narrow in focus.

Tristan: "Madame MamMon?"

MamMon DæMon: "Hm?"

Tristan: "Weren’t your nails painted gold before? Why did you change your nail polish color after giving a matching gold to the girls?"

A slightly angry scowl washes over the Scandinavian witch’s face.

MamMon DæMon: "For the record, all my nail polish has been fermented in Seiõr and the girls will begin practicing tomorrow.

But let me remind you, Boy. I’m still a woman.

Can a lady not change her SeiõrStain, hairstyle, or makeup without having the patriarchy questioning her bravery?"

Tristan waves his palms in front of him to reject the claim of misogynistic fueled skepticism.

Tristan: "No! No, it’s not that.

Hehe, sorry, I apologize.

I guess it’s just my psycho analogy kicking in, ahehe."

He chuckles it off with his eyes closed, but in his mind...

Tristan(thinking): *She’s definitely hiding something...*

There’s a high pitched scream that comes from one of the quadruplets in their bedroom.

Everyone except MamMon and passed out Peyton, looks as both Tristan and Stephanie instinctively jump out of their seats, dashing for the hallway.

A confused Bethany gets up and carefully prances, following in the couple’s trail.

Isfet: "Sh-... Should we go too?"

Ichythis: "Nah. *exhales smoke*

It was probably just one of the kids having a nightmare or some anti-climactic shit like that."

The tough woman goes to ash her high class cigarette, but as she does...

Ichythis: "What the Hell?

Where’d she go?!"

Isfet turns to look across the table, only to see the empty, pulled out chair that just had the DæMon sitting in it.

With her only available ocular sensor she looks around the room.

Isfet: "How?"

Suddenly the one eyed woman remembers...

[FLASHBACK]

Bethany: "After we watched her agreement with Katsu on the highway, Madame MamMon used her extremely advanced Seiõr techniques to bring Petra, Steph, and I back to the Sister Mountains in the blink of an eye.

Like literally ’in the blink of an eye’...

...

...By the time the three of us took an entrance elevator into the mountain, hopped on a shuttle, and walked home, Madame MamMon was already waiting for us with your unconscious body."

Isfet’s eye skeptically narrows as she is told the time frame of the events.

Isfet: "Before tonight’s events, Don Laban had explained to the rest of those she considers allies, about her older sister’s existence, so I know from working with the Don, the capabilities of one of those unnaturally born women, but without a vehicle, it takes one day on foot to get back and forth between these mountains and Roronora City.

Even if this woman is as skilled and knowledgeable in Seiõr as the two of you claim, I find it hard to believe she can cover three days worth of travel, in less than thirty minutes."

Bethany does one last check, wiggling her 10 freshly painted piggies and also her manicure.

...

Bethany(sighs): "Everyone also doubted Madame MamMon’s capabilities, until we saw them for ourselves.

It’s funny, the way we process information as human beings.

All it takes is one experience, to make us change our overall perspective of this existence, all from the triggering of our senses...."

[END FLASHBACK]

Tristan and Stephanie both rush to the cracked open door and swing it open.

Jamie is shaking against the wall seperated from the rest of her startled half awake sisters.

Stephanie: "What’s wrong, pumpkin!?"

Jamie points to something next to the group and Pauline is the next to see the crawling little spider. She too screeches and slides to the wall, the two sisters holding onto each other.

Both Tristan and Stephanie give an exhausted sigh of relief.

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[Mount Morta, Government District]

MamMon DæMon and Nephilim are walking down an empty hallway together in patient, equal strides.

There is an even, metronome-like pace of MamMon’s high heels *click* *clack*-ing underneath her concealing cloak on the shuttle terminal floor.

In the General’s scarred up hand, the large pink ball with the passed out Princess of Sanpaku, sucking her thumb. Her snot bubble still inflating and deflating in correlation with the little girl’s steady breathing.

Nephilim: "Are you sure you want me to hold on to this, Madame MamMon?

If this is the ’Princess’ of that little rat cave they’re living in, like you say it is, how do you know Dice and his goons won’t ambush and raid these Mountains to try and get her back?"

The DæMon puts her hood back on while walking and talking to the prestigious man.

With her hand, all 5 golden painted nails pop out from her cloak sleeve, and fixes her yellow golden cowlick so it is sticking out of the dark hood.

MamMon DæMon: "And I’ve also said to you, Erinyes Nephilim, when it comes to protecting the vulnerable females of this world, I believe there it nobody else more suited for the job than yourself.

Take that as a compliment.

I promise, I don’t give them away so easily, except when it’s facetiously..."

Nephilim gains a step ahead of the witch as they approach the elevator at the end of the hallway. His back now turned to her.

Nephilim: "Please don’t take my own self doubt as an infliction on our alliance, Queen MamMon..."

MamMon DæMon(thinking): *...’Queen’?*

She lets out a soft chuckle as Nephilim continues talking while not looking at her.

Nephilim: "Truly, there is nobody who feels as blessed as I do, knowing someone of your caliber sees value in me."

They get to the closed elevator doors and the man with a red left eye presses the call button, lighting up it’s perimeter.

Nephilim: "I swear, on my life not only as the General of these Mountains, but as a man.

I swear I will take care and protect this treasure you’ve entrusted in me, even after 3 days when we beat Dice and his organization."

*Ding!*

The doors open and Nephilim puts the glowing pink orb in his inner jacket pocket.

Nephilim: *sighs* "Thank you, Queen MamMon...oop..."

While giving his thanks to the confidence enforcing DæMon, and entering the lift, he turns around but...

Nephilim: "...Uhh...Where’d she go?"

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